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All right, I know I said I'd do a bunch of stuff before I posted this chappy, but I have two reviews on this thing that almost take up my entire screen. That's good enough for me. Plus I enjoy writing GW fics too much to leave them alone for long. ^_^ So here it is, chapter two, posted just for the handful of people that wrote me such BEAUTIFUL LONG REVIEWS!!!! -^_^-

By the way- chapter one was a snoozer designed to create a setting and put everybody where they need to be. You didn't recognize the tie into Episode Zero in the last chapter, but it was already taking place. And don't worry Tyger, I won't be using Wu-man x Poe. I have plans for those two besides that pairing. And forget the time it'll take 'Lena to unwind. Leave it up to me. This thing is going to get SO twisted. ^_^

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Dreams of Ever

Chapter Two

When she placed foot again on the stone yard, she proceeded towards the door and avoided eye contact. Yes, she had run off, but she had no intention of losing her dignity, of being taken for a child. She was not a child, did not try to run from such a simple pain as that which this place's beauty arose. She kept her chin high and walked towards the house. She would not acknowledge her immaturity.

"Relena." She turned to send telepathic arrows through the Chinese man's throat. "Your room is this way. Your bags were previously dropped off." How dare he. I could have found my own room. I am not a child! I could have brought my own bags! Leave me alone!

He frowned. Though she had been addressed in a friendly manner, she was being vicious, and she was seething. She wouldn't move, either. He noticed the way she looked through her cleanly cut bangs with a glare. Heero has taught her only one lesson, it seems, that she can use. He smiled, finding amusement in his musing.

"And just what is so funny?!" Relena shouted, pushed beyond silent simmering by his seemingly source-less, happy tone. "Do you find me humorous, Chang?! Do you think my childish behavior funny?! Well, laugh at this!" She launched an opened lipstick towards his face like a dagger.

Wufei blocked the item easily, noticing the splotch of pinkish color on the back of his hand, and a frown again adorned his face. He shot an infuriated look towards Hilde, who had burst into laughter. She noticed the disapproving looks from the doctor and guardian, the fire from the landlord and her best friend. "Eh-he..." She muttered, and coughed a few times. "Er- I'll just be going then..." Her eyes to the earth floor, she moved towards the hallway down which she prayed her room and bags would be. Guess they don't have a sense of humor... I wish Duo were here to laugh with me...

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"Sir?" The woman looked around in the dark office.

"Yes. Come in." She walked in slowly, shyly. "Close the door." The door clicked behind her, and she leaned heavily against it, her eyes searching the darkness. He noticed this, noticed her fear.

"Sir?"

"Come in. Sit down."

"I- um, I can't see, sir."

He nodded and arose from his seat. Her eyes grew wild. I can't see... Where is he? Surely he knows that I can't see, that I can't be in this room with him in the dark for long, that I'm afraid of him.

"Come this way, Leia," he said, his silky voice earning a gasp from her. Why is he scaring me? On purpose? She took a cautious step forward, stretched out her hands to find any objects in the room.

"Why is it so dark?" Her voice was high-pitched. Could my fear be any more obvious?

"I have to have the darkness. I died in it; it is where I was born- outer space, the eternal darkness. I do not exist in the light. Not until the darkness comes can I speak. Can I see. Can I hear. Can I- touch..." His hand brushed hers. She took it lightly and stepped forward to try to find her chair. Her left hand felt the leather, and she stepped around the arm of it to sit. She noticed that there was no right side to her chair. She released his hand to feel along the seat of her dwelling place. It reached out along the leather cushion until it found its end. She felt for the arm, but instead found another cushion.

She smiled, uneasily. "You could have told me that it was a couch."

She heard him laugh, his voice still silky. "May I?"

The upturn of her lips vanished. "I- it- should you not sit behind your desk?"

"I would," he whispered as he sat, "but this isn't my office."

"Then where...?" Her voice stopped as she felt the tips of his fingers caress her shoulder.

"This is the first room in my private quarters- my office is a few rooms away."

"Then- let's go..." His hand moved across her shoulder, lingering about her neck before moving to shadow the collar of her shirt. He leaned towards her.

"Yes. Let's go." He allowed his hand to dwindle with hers as he rose and helped her to her feet. "Come, this way," his voice whispered into her ear as he walked near her. She followed, his tempting as irresistible as it had been so many years ago.

"We- no, you abandoned me that first time when you found out. No, I won't let you, Treize," she said, stopping at the entrance to the next room.

"Yes, I know," he whispered, slowly approaching her a third time. "I'm so sorry, we were in a war. But you must understand, this time it can't happen. You can stay with me, forever. You won't have to be burdened. The child won't come, it can't, I'm not real."

"You- not real? How can you be not real? You're talking to me, I can smell the rose scent from your bath, I can feel your hands..." She felt his hands again smoothing her neck. "You- your hands..." She whispered, again losing her voice to his approach. "I- I can't... I..."

"Say no more, my love. I have again found you." He gently moved his other hand to her waist, standing behind her. He slowly moved his fingertips down to her hips. He noted the shiver, the goose bumps along her neck and shoulders that told him she needed his warmth, more of it. She was afraid, afraid of him leaving her again, leaving his child behind for her alone. Afraid of his death. But she was also hungry. Hungry for his love, sick with her need. He took her hands and led her forwards, towards the majestic oak bed. He felt her resistance, fear that he would stop moving with her, she wanted him near her. She needed this, the warmth of his body, she feared the cold of being alone.

She felt the thick blankets at her knees, knew where she was. He sensed her cease in movement, left her waist as he felt ahead, assuring himself that they had reached his destination. Yes, they were here. She felt irritated, tired of being in the wrong direction, of his teasing. She backed up, ripped his arms off of her. This speed wouldn't do, it was far too slow. She needed him now, enough teasing, enough being so kind and slow and gentle. She twirled around to face him, felt him snatch back at her just as she finished doing so. She felt his tenseness at her breaking contact, felt him lose his sensitivity, he wanted her to respond to him by being closer, not pulling away.

She felt herself give him that response, felt her need arising. She stood up in his embrace, reached up her hand to pull him down. Enough waiting... I've waited so long...

I know. And now your waiting is over...

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She felt a tear race down her cheek. She had been able to watch the entire thing from her office, or as much as she could bear to. Yes, Treize was back. Yes, she was following him. As Colonel Une, or as Lady Une, she would never leave him. But his long-lost love was here. That witch had brought her here as well. To make him happy, yes. To make him obedient. But why show this to herself? What part of this would make her any more loyal to that demonic creature?

A wicked laugh came from her door. "Aw, what's the matter, Une? Does he really have such an affect on you?" The brown-haired woman began again racing through her paper work, brushing the tear aside and ignoring her visitor. "Oh, come on. I'll talk with you, if you like, Lady. Colonel. Would a little girl talk help you?" Her venomously smiling red lips reflected the overhead light as she walked forward. "Isn't she just the little bitch? Waltzing in here like she owns him? The nerve of her. She thinks she has so much over him! Do you know why he liked the scent of roses? That was the kind of perfume she wore. The kind she wore! I think even he believes she owns him! Do you know why he let you tag along all of the time? Because he didn't like you. Because he needed a reminder that she was rare, that no one was as perfect, as beautiful, as enchanting as she. He needed someone intelligent, someone cold, some woman with no feelings to be near him. He got a bargain when he got you- two in one. The militaristic stone and the naive politic. He needed a wise, sweet, beautiful girl. You were too old for him, too smart and too shallow. She understood his real needs. She was kind. She was beautiful. He wanted her. You know what? She did own him. She does own him. You can never have him. She will always have him. You can never have him. Leia has him. Leia has control over him, and he'll have no other. She is keeping you from him. She is in the way. HE belongs to her. He always will belong to her. You're never who he wanted. He'll never love you, because he has his perfect one with him in-"

"STOP!!!" She screamed, sobs wracking her body. "STOP!! Just tell me what to do! Tell me how I can have him! Oh, please stop! Make him come to me..." Her sobs eased to distressed crying, and she curled her legs beneath her.

The white-haired woman smiled sympathetically. "I will help you."

"You- you will?" She asked, her entire face glittering with her tears.

"Of course. I have helped everyone else. But you must, in return, do something for me."

"Anything."

"Will you do as they are? Will you help me?"

"Yes. Anything!"

"Then soon, my lady, soon I will give him to you as I gave her to him. For all of you, all of you who were once rejected, will be healed." She nodded and left, smirking at the sight of such a sweet, innocent face as Lady Une had just worn. Yes, all that were rejected will be healed. In payment for my healing, they will help me. And then... "They will all die." She smiled and squeezed the shattered bits of glass that rested in the charm around her neck. "All of those who bore pain as I did, they will help me. Then I will kill them as I kill the one who gave me my pain. I will break him by hurting all he drew close to, as he killed all that were close to me. My father. My brothers. And when he left me, he may as well have killed himself in my eyes, for he never came back. How dare he, he that stole my heart, how dare he never return it? The penalty for stealing is the loss of a piece of yourself. Only I payed the price for something stolen from me. Now you bare the guilt of stealing as well as being the direct cause of my death and resurrection, of the loss of my hand before I died. You little fool. I was once a spy in a war to accomplish what I needed. That was when I was a child. Now, today, I am truly hardened, and can do so much more."

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Well, that's all for now! And since I got two reviews last time, I'm going to require three this time, again at least three sentences. But don't worry, if worst comes to worst I can get Kurone or Hitokoe to come review. So it's only a matter of when I get the next chapter done! ^_^